The group at the end of the bar stirred once more. "It's quiet in here tonight!" said the short one with the sallow complexion, the Peter Lorre clone.
"I expect it'll liven up later", replied the tall one, who bore a strange resemblance to Herman Munster.
"Nobody comes in before they light the flares over the Jello Pit these days", commented the third, who looked like Roy Rogers, but smelled more like Trigger.
Group member number four, with a rotund face and a heavy scots accent replied in a resigned fashion "Well - ye canna change the laws of physics". He then glanced up and stated, "They're lighting them now! - things should warm up shortly".
The fifth member was silent - well, not quite silent. He had just taken a large swig from his long glass of Hogs Sweat and was realising that he had made a major mistake. His eyes were turning purple as his companions spoke, and he was attempting valiantly to draw breath whilst gagging on the acrid liquid.